Dad,
My depression has a mind all its own,
Some days it can be as pointless as a puddle
Other days it can be like those dammed lakes
And with those days,
My dam will break,
My depression holds me captive in my bed,
Draining me of the little energy that I have,
It sends my body and brain into tears,
Leaving my eyes as red as,
The blood flowing through my veins,
I can feel the ocean forming,
In the bags under my tired hurt eyes,
And the ocean is filled with tears,
The tears that leave my pillow drenched,
With their sweet saltiness,
Depression overwhelms my mind
As if  God forgot to turn off the sadness,
When he made me,
"Well then turn on the happy tap.",
Dad it isn't that easy,
I can not just wake up one day,
And decide to be happy,
And even if I wanted to,
Happiness has been fired,
"Hire happiness back then?",
"Or at least go out more, be social.",
Dad I go out all the time,
"Oh really? Where? With who?",
I go out to dinner with depression,
And dessert with anxiety
"Who the hell is anxiety?",
Father,
Anxiety is that one cousin from out of town,
Depression felt obligated to invite,
Because even though anxiety causes,
That awkwardness at dinner
Depression doesn’t like being alone
They enjoy going out to dinner,
And discuss the main course,
But Dad...But Dad! I am the main course!
I am what they order
I am what they want to eat
I am what they want to consume
And I am consumed
Only I don't want to be!,
"Well uh, leave....",
Dad, it isn't as easy as it sounds,
Depression always finds its way back to my head,
Anxiety always finds an entrance
"What is depression anyway?,
You complain about it a lot.",
Depression is what led me here,
It causes my body,
To have unexplained aches and pains,
It is the reason you
Always get frustrated with me in the morning,
It causes a tiredness, sleep cannot fill,
It does not let me sleep,
But when it does,
It fills my mind with night terrors,
Made up of my worst fears, biggest fears and flaws,
Constantly telling me I am not worth it,
"Well then, what the hell is anxiety?",
Anxiety is what makes it feel like there is a thousand pounds of
weight on my chest,
It takes my breath away,
It makes me drown in that ocean,
Beneath the bags under my tired hurt eyes,
Makes me think of the worst possible outcome,
For every situation I am put through,
Anxiety would make you think of what everyone thinks of you,
And of course it would be bad,
Therefore, you too would have the urge to,
Lock yourself away from society,
So my dear father,
In the simplest terms,
Humanly possible for me,
Depression is my dark friend,
Who never falls short,
And anxiety,
Is always there.